Dirtydave1974
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Name: Stanley Maxwell
Age 24
Profession: Space Marine
Rank: Sergeant
Physical Description: Tall and trained for physical combat. Brown eyes, crew cut, stubble. Think Henry Ian Cusick.
Sometime in the future:
A black spaceship is floating silently through deep space. It drifts forward with purpose. But it has been damaged. Small amounts of debri float away from the hull.
Within it is cold and metallic. The Engine room is empty and cavernous. The circular Engine cubicle is jammed with instruments, all of them idle. There is a console chair for two. It is empty.
There is a long, oily corridoor on the 'C' level, the sound of turbo's throb in the background, but there is no other movement.
On 'A' level there is another long corridoor leading to an infirmary. Within the infirmary is a distressed ivory wall. The infirmary is filled with instruments, electonic and metallic. All are at rest.
On 'B' lever the captains private quarters. A white panel hides a fold out double bed. Another a closet. Against the wall is a computer screen. It is black and lifeless. On the wall a window where stars move past with infinite slowness.
The bridge is vacant. Two space helmets rest on chairs. Suddenly there is an electrical hum. The lights on the helmets begin to signal one another. They stop. There is a moment of silence and then a yellow light goes on. The room is filled with an exited electronic hum. A green light goes on in front of one of the helmets.
Another red light goes on, bathing the other helmet in it's light. An electronic conversation ensues between the two machines, until this reaches crescendo. Then all falls silent, and all the lights turn off. Save a yellow light, which flashes in slow rhythmic beats.
On 'A deck' in the hypersleep vault there are twelve hypersleep units. Porcelaine white with a clear perspex like substance over the top. Ten of the units are open, two remain shut. A yellow light flashes on the side of each, and then the two open. There is a hiss as white smoke like dry ice rolls over the side of each. Within is a man and a woman. Each clothed in skimpy white hyper sleep briefs which hug their bodies, hiding their intimates.
There is a soft buzzing, and after a few moments both begin to stir.
Age 24
Profession: Space Marine
Rank: Sergeant
Physical Description: Tall and trained for physical combat. Brown eyes, crew cut, stubble. Think Henry Ian Cusick.
Sometime in the future:
A black spaceship is floating silently through deep space. It drifts forward with purpose. But it has been damaged. Small amounts of debri float away from the hull.
Within it is cold and metallic. The Engine room is empty and cavernous. The circular Engine cubicle is jammed with instruments, all of them idle. There is a console chair for two. It is empty.
There is a long, oily corridoor on the 'C' level, the sound of turbo's throb in the background, but there is no other movement.
On 'A' level there is another long corridoor leading to an infirmary. Within the infirmary is a distressed ivory wall. The infirmary is filled with instruments, electonic and metallic. All are at rest.
On 'B' lever the captains private quarters. A white panel hides a fold out double bed. Another a closet. Against the wall is a computer screen. It is black and lifeless. On the wall a window where stars move past with infinite slowness.
The bridge is vacant. Two space helmets rest on chairs. Suddenly there is an electrical hum. The lights on the helmets begin to signal one another. They stop. There is a moment of silence and then a yellow light goes on. The room is filled with an exited electronic hum. A green light goes on in front of one of the helmets.
Another red light goes on, bathing the other helmet in it's light. An electronic conversation ensues between the two machines, until this reaches crescendo. Then all falls silent, and all the lights turn off. Save a yellow light, which flashes in slow rhythmic beats.
On 'A deck' in the hypersleep vault there are twelve hypersleep units. Porcelaine white with a clear perspex like substance over the top. Ten of the units are open, two remain shut. A yellow light flashes on the side of each, and then the two open. There is a hiss as white smoke like dry ice rolls over the side of each. Within is a man and a woman. Each clothed in skimpy white hyper sleep briefs which hug their bodies, hiding their intimates.
There is a soft buzzing, and after a few moments both begin to stir.
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